Everyone loves a sweet dream
Forget the nightmares, please
Soft memories unfold
Not real is how they’re told
Accept the version they display
Reality will always come your way
Take the night
Spend delight
Morning comes so quickly dear
And all the dreams will disappear.
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Consider it a gift
The smile I gave
After our rift
It’s all I have
The love is gone
I’m moving on
The goodbye soft
As my feelings waft.
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Thinking he was hip
Tried to ape Michael Jackson
Awed crowd turned away
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #296 Ape&Hip (Monkey&Funky)
Baseball season started, and even though there is controversy going on now, I still love the game. A movie I hadn’t heard of, “Trouble With the Curve” is so good, I can’t believe I’d never heard of it. Starring Clint Eastwood, Amy Adams and Justin Timberlake, the movie is a winner in my eyes.
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Dr. Seuss said it best:
“East or west, my nest is best”
A place to eat and sleep and rest
Should be nothing to contest
Upper, lower bunk, I say
In close encounters are the way
New airline seats are being made
After all the problems made
By shabby small enclosure seats
Where no one can relax or read
Without a person sitting behind
Trying to drive you out of your mind.
Kicking feet of children I understand
But adults punching seats is a new brand
Of thoughtless insidious behavior
Maybe a bunk would be the savior?
Probably I won’t fly in the future
But passengers should be nurtured
Tickets cost an alarming rate
To end up with an uncomfortable fate.
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“It’s a dragon” yelled the six year old.
“Nah, it’s a snake!” The brothers continued to argue in front of the New Artists’ Review display outside of the stately city art museum. Their parents thought they should expand their children’s minds and frequented new and unusual art exhibits, encouraging them to express their opinions.
The oldest son, tired of these so-called intelligence booster outings and harangue of banter, just wanted to meet his friends at the cafe. “It’s a piece of junk, that’s all! Why does everyone think trash is art?”
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Ethel, the younger of two widowed sisters who have been roommates since their husbands’ demise twenty years ago, and having had enough loneliness in their lives already as wives, ordered her elder not to panic. They had been watching the television and saw the view of old people lined up in drug stores to buy masks for a new virus.
Martha complained that their surroundings were dusty and needed an old fashioned spring cleaning so as not to be susceptible to any germs that might facilitate the dreaded disease. Ethel decided to start by lifting the furniture and ripping up the ancient carpet, revealing a smooth wooden floor underneath. She then handed Martha a bucket of soap, water and bleach, and the two ladies took to scrubbing.
Suddenly aware of how rejuvenating this new activity made her feel, Martha started to sing an old hymn from childhood while she worked, “Count Your Blessings”.
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There are many artists and songs I love from my childhood on, about the West. It is an entirely different experience for anyone wanting to visit and it must be my father’s roots coming through, and my sisters have a longing to live there. I am the lucky one who actually does! My father was a rancher, horse breaker, sheep herder and more in his young days in Wyoming, Montana, and South Dakota. Cowboy songs were sung as he played the banjo, fiddle or piano, not country, but cowboy songs. My choice is a favorite sung by Marty Robbins with his unique voice, “El Paso”.
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(Egads, I thought the Prompt was 63 words—why, where and how I have no idea! My only excuse could possibly be my 17 year old grandson and I were watching the third installment of the Hobbit movies, which I always get confused with the Lord of the Rings. Basically, I’m easily confused. ..)
Original:
It doesn’t take much to perplex this dude
His main defense is always rude
His brain functions on attitude
The truth is he’s absolutely crude.
It doesn’t matter what anyone thinks
He has the brain of Jar Jar Binks
He doesn’t think on anything much
That’s why he’s always out of touch
Never question him, he’ll double clutch
That really sums him up.
***
My continuation for my 63-90 (poem):
Well it seems I’ve made another error
Reading a blogger made me awarer
That I was mistaken writing only sixty-three words
Perplexed myself, now I feel absurd.
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Now it is the required 90 words🧐🙄. My apologies, Sammi!
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/03/07/weekend-writing-prompt-147-perplex/
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